"And who are you supposed to be?" asked a seraph, his voice dripping with disdain as he stepped forward. His wings unfurled majestically, the faint glow of Paradise's light shimmering off their pristine white feathers. Before him stood a lone woman, unflinching in the face of the legion.
Selena tilted her head slightly, her piercing gaze fixed on him. The edge of her sword gleamed coldly under the light. Then, with a fluid swing, her blade cut through the air—and the seraph's vision split in two. He collapsed without so much as a cry. His death was instant, and it sent a ripple of terror through the ranks.
"Quick! Encircle her!" shouted one of the seraphs, his voice cracking. The others moved swiftly, their movements synchronized and precise. They formed a circle around Selena, wings bristling with tension.